Life is made up of compromises.

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

To know when to be generous and when firm—that is wisdom.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.